Reuniting
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It was hard getting up in the morning today. Very hard, half because I didn't feel ready to see Mark again, and because going back meant starting over. I am sure of myself and my self-worth, sure sometimes, more than I like to admit, have moments of hating myself and what I have become, but I'm scared. I'm scared of the probability that seeing him again will force me back into my old seld. the old self that allowed others to walk all over me, to push me around and do with me as they pleased.
Donovan has been very patient with me and my fears but he has been constantly reminding me that if I don't go back now, one I will be in severe trouble with the law since I have to live with Mark for two years, two my father's people can catch me. If his men catch me there will nothing and no one that will be able to save me. He also mentioned that no matter what happens with Mark and his impact of having him back into my life, he will also be here for me. That at any given moment that I slip back into my self doubting self, he will be there to take me out. He will be there to support me and not allow anyone to treat me as they did before.
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As the plane lands I feel how my body begins to stiffen and how my palms become sweaty. I have never been one to have sweaty palms when being stressed or nervous but I guess there is a first time for everything.
"Jinyougn Park, don't worry. I'm here with you nothing will harm you while I'm by your side" Donovan says softy as we walk out of the crowed Lax, airport.
"thank you Don"
"There is no need to do that, don't worry"
Donovan places a soft hand on my left shoulder. In the days that we have spend together, I have found a pace when he places his hand on my shoulder. His touch is a combination of a brother's and a father's hold. His touch is firm and soft at the same time. I look at him as he looks at the fats approaching taxi, in an alternative universe I will fall head over hills for him. I see myself pressing my palms to his well-sculpted face, pressing my lips against his, and falling at sleep in his arms for the rest of my living days.
Donovan has always looked very attractive in my eyes. If it wasn't for Mark, my parents, and the age gap, I would have pursued him. I would have bothered him until he gave me the time of day. I would have been like a lost poppy behind his firm behind. It's funny how he seems so much like a brother figure, maybe even a father figure, but at the same time, I can actually picture him as a lover, a husband. Someone whom I want to spend the rest of my life. I know that it is wrong to see him with eyes of lust, but I can't help it. My attraction for him might be nothing but admiration due to him always being my rock, my save heaven.
"Jinyoung, could you please stop staring at me like that," He says while scratching the back of his head
Blushing I look away murmuring a "sorry"
Pushing those thoughts away, I focus on my current reality, Mark.
On the plane, I did a quick search but found nothing. Apparently, he has not made any public appearances since my accident at the construction site. The last article about him was about how he was taking care of his injured husband after he had a terrible accident at a construction site. The article was short and focused on how good marriage looked in him, and how lucky his husband is for having someone like him at his side. The article itself was very direct and was very kind to both of us. The comments, on the other hand, made Mark look like a saint slash sexy god, while they made me into the monster that stole their sexy bachelor. One comment mentioned how the person wished that Mark and I will slit up real soon so that the person can be with Make. Other comment mention how I should have died. Most of them were filled with angry people because Mark got married. But there was one comment that mentioned how sad was it that I was injured and that she, I'm assuming from her profile picture, wished that I make a fast recovery so that Mark and I continue our journey as a couple. That one nice comment made the rest of the negative ones disappear from my memory. In the states, people hate me for marrying Mark, and in Korea is mad at Mark for marrying me. Both nations are angry at one of us. I wonder if I would be affected by the negative comments if Mark and I were in a real marriage.
"Jinyoung left or right" Don asks when we are a block away from the house
"Left"
As the taxi comes to a stop in front of the house my palms once again become sweaty. My heartbeat speeds up but there is no going back.
After paying for the ride Don and I walk up to the door before we knock, the door opens revealing the man I had danced with at the club weeks ago. We both looked at each other with flushed cheeks and wide eyes. Before we could say something, Mark comes into view and rushes towards me,
"Jinyoung," he says as he tries to hug me. I say try because Don stops him before he got to close to me.
"Mark, we need to speak," I say as I walk passed the guy I danced with at the club.
Sitting in the couch I wait for Markt to sit and for Don to drag the guy I danced with away.
"Jinyoung, Im---"
"Look Mark I have done some thinking and I have come up with this. I want us to move into an apartment. An apartment where there will be no maids or any type of help. We will take care of everything, the laundry, the cleaning, and the cooking. I want us to develop some kind of teamwork and a friendly bond that will help the next two years be more functional to live. Ad the end of two years we will get a divorce and move on."
"Okay, if that is what you want," Mark says while gulping quite loudly
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Thank you for reading!
sorry for updating too late. But what do you think of Jinyoung's idea of Mark and him learning to work together by moving into an apartment to do everything themselves?
In the last chapter, I said that On Monday I was going to get my Wisdom teeth to be removed, that, unfortunately, did not happen. There was some trouble with the person who took my appointment. Basically, the person who took my appointment got fired and did not actually record my appointment. So, for now, I'm going to make another appointment with another hospital, once I find a hospital that is close enough from where I live.
Also, I might not post on twice a week for the rest of July, that's due to my mother being home due to her recovering from an injury. I will try my hardest to follow the schedule but I do not make any promises.
thank you
have a nice night/day
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